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Risk ain’t just cops—clients get weird, pushy, “Do you feel it?” like movie line. Some girls, they’re pros, dodge creeps like ninjas. Others? Not so lucky. Exaggerating? Maybe, but heard tales—mob runs half these spots, cuts throats for fun. Favorite part? When it’s legit, rare as unicorn, hands work magic, tension gone. “You’re not from here,” I’d say, like film, ‘cause skill that good feels alien.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Yoqne-am–Illit, right? This little gem of a city, chillin’ in the hills of the Jezreel Valley. I mean, it’s not exactly Tel Aviv, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually numbers, spreadsheets, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

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